HUGE BOY

Blogging is like going to the bloody gym, or dieting, or anything like that... the longer I go without posting, the easier it gets to not post. I was just feeling badly about not writing more, and thinking "eh, well, at this point, why bother" which is a self-fulfilling prophecy, isn't it?

It's been only a week, but it seems longer. Biggest news is, we went to our first playgroup. I'm telling you, it was a big-time thrill. Much more exciting then you'd think. Just a half-dozen parents with babies -- they seperate them out, crawlers in one group, non-crawlers at a different time -- sitting around and talking about silly and/or baffling things their babies do.

The big take-home for me? HOLY SHIT my son is BIG. I mean, huge. He seems almost around the same-scale a as a six-month old boy that was there, and he made a couple of five-month olds -- one girl, one boy -- look positively tiny. Of course they can do all sort of tricks he can't yet, like sit up and roll over. But man oh man, he's big. I've been looking at his clothes and going "what? 3-6 months? these people are crazy, this stuff barely fits him!"

I can already hear the "CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP" of size 16 shoes coming down the stairs sometime in our future.